I went to the movies alone yesterday and I have to admit I pitied myself.

It was a Woody Allen movie. I liked it okay.

At least this time I wasn’t the only one in the theatre but it is New York and it was Woody Allen. Of course on a Saturday afternoon there wasn’t anyone there under 60.

And guess what. They all talked during the movie. No, not talked, yelled.

“Whad he say?”

“Is that a rug?”

“Is Alex Guinness supposed to be a ghost or what?”

“Where da ya wanna eat?”

“We had chinese last night”

They were mostly couples, or friends together.

I found it interesting that they stayed for all the credits. Then I figured that they were in no hurry because it was about 3:30 so they had an hour to kill before dinner. I’m guessing deli.